SHOESTRING SHANE

1) She was my sun, the light which brightened up my being. By her very sight, when sure embraces won, I knew that it was love that I was feeling. 2) She was my true dream, for whom I prayed and pleaded. With her display of beauty, I knew in every way that she was all I ever needed. 3) She was my star, that spark which every night enthralled me. Without her surviving in my heart, dark shall be the only light which rules me! 4) And now she's gone, my adoration, cast aside, forever tossed. Life again has lost its colors, and my heart hurts too much to ever thaw the frost! (epilogue) Like an angel, she, sailing upon God's breeze, blown my way by chance, upon the gusts of serendipity. She only left me with her trance, before I lost her sight to never. And now I'm left with but a glance, a glimpse, adance, only in my heart forever! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I like to feel the wind upon my fingertips, as I walk along moonlit corridors,  with my imagination scoring ballads to the sky, for the crows and magpies, and the bees and butterflies, and the clouds which pass me by, so that I may fly, forever high,  way up in that silver sky. I like to feel the waves beneath my feet, as I wade within the oceans inky deep, and serenade the currents toss and sway, treading water, to keep those depths at bay, so that dwelling dark, may not pull me down, to where the spark is lost, and never found. So I praise my waking from the night, and the rising chorus of dawn in flight, in mourning for the warming sun, their song, a brand new day has come! I like to recite poems to the sky, to the stars, up high, where angels fly, and dance away the night upon Heavens window sill, sprinkling sparkled dust, so the skies can fill with the golden light, of another day, so that we may hope it shines our way, and finds our hearts, full of the love, which only c...

As I look across the hazy bay, I see Her sparkle shine my way, that emerald beauty on display, the jewels of Europe's crown, are they! I listen to the foaming spray, Her love song carried by the wave, where Her alluring gentle plays, to win my soul, for all my days! The more I hear, the more I need to see, the beauty, which She pleads to me, from across that swollen sea, so I must go, and with Her, be! And through the waves, which golden flow, from Her banks, where I must go, Her treasures wait, so bold, on show, in the beauty of Her kin, aglow! And so, She waits for me, I know, somewhere, at the end of a rainbow, there She lulls, and calls for me, the Siren of a stolen sea! So I must go, to where She waits, deep within Her oceans fate, beyond the gates of blackness deep, where Her loss and sorrows sleep! And there I see, Her precious tree, of which, the Golden Bough, is me! so I must go, to Her calling, where other Golden Boughs have fallen! And so, Her wind shall be my steed, for...

In my time of darkness, when all light around me faded. In my blanket of forgetfulness, into life's deep woes, I waded. Then from a place unexpected, came a shining light. From a place I least suspected, came to me a wonderful surprise. In my time of dark days, when shadows filled my ways. In the darkness of my empty space, when all my colours were painted grey. From a most unexpected place, came to me pure golden rays. From a place I least expected such display, came a light to shine my way. Now my days are filled with light, where once only darkness touched my path. From a blinding brightness, came new sight, and new shinning rays in which to bath. So in new ways, I took to flight, with glories might, and angels bold and stark, golden, in the contrast of that blackened night, in my battle against the dark! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com